Kathryn
It was on fire when I laid down on it.
When "that way" is pointlessly, violently killing three innocent people, you're damn right I wouldn't have done it that way.
God didn't kill three innocent people - a drunk driver did. But yes, he did allow it to happen. Like I've said before - everyone dies, in a wide variety of ways. But we've all got that date with death before us.
I have a smart dog. I mean, for a DOG, WhoDat's smart - but he's only a dog, and frankly can never fully grasp human reasoning.
A few weeks ago, I took his buddy Josie away. When I brought her back several days later, I can just hear their conversation:
WhoDat: "Wow, girl, you lookin' rough. What happened to you?"
Josie: "You know that place they take us where they drag us in by our slave collars and that stinky man with the long dry fingers comes in and puts sticks up our butts and then jabs us with sharp things while our owner HOLDS US DOWN?"
WhoDat: "Yeah, dat place sucks. Just about de time we start tinkin' our slave owners are cool, dey load us up and take us to dat hell hole. And sometimes dey even LEAVE us dere for a few days! And hey, I'm not sure...but I tink dat's where dey took Big Mama when she got dose lumps all over her, cuz dey smelled like dat place when dey come home crying. And as you know...Big Mama never came home again..."
Josie: "Yeah and I think I know what happened to her. But let me tell you what happened to ME. You're not going to believe it. You know how we've talked about starting a family? Well, that's out of the question. They took me in there, and just left me in a cell. Dogs all around me were crying and howling, so I knew it was bad. The next morning that girl who tries to act nice came in talking all sweet to me, but I wasn't falling for it. Sure enough, she caught me and slipped the noose over my neck and dragged me down the hall. Then Stinky Man came in and -yep, you guessed it - stabbed me with sharp things. Next thing I knew, I woke up in another prison cell and I was so sore. I had a big piece of bed stuff wrapped around me for some weird reason so of course I tore all that off. And you WON'T BELIEVE what I say!"
WhoDat: "What dat, what dat? What choo say you saw?"
Josie starts to cry. WhoDat nuzzles her ear and then starts sniffing down her body.
WhoDat: "Girl, what dey do to you? What's dis bad place on your belly?"
Josie: "I'm so ashamed - I'll never be the same again! I think...I think..."
WhoDat: "What! You don't mean..."
Josie: "Yes...I do. I think...I think they took my girl parts out!"
WhoDat (shocked): "I been hearin' about dis! Why dey do dat? Who dey tink dey are, cuttin and maimin you and takin your joy like dat? Why dey wanna do dat? Dey act all nice, like dey love us, and all de time dey wanna mess our lives up!"
Josie: "I don't know baby, but I know this, cuz I heard them say it..."
WhoDat: "What dey say?"
Josie: "They say you're next."
My point is this - Just as my dogs can never fully grasp how people who seem to love them can allow, and even condone and organize, what they think are bad things happening in their lives - we can never, from our human perspective, fully grasp the big picture of how God works through all the events in our lives.
We have a limited perspective.
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